KC TO FLINT (feat. LoyalGanGLuke)

Damn Zidan you making heat in this hoe
We catch a nigga talking out his neck
Put three in that hoe
If a nigga think he smart then we put three in his dome
I spread her buns out and then I put some meat in that hoe
I made the hellcat fast I took the seats out that hoe
I got 200 on the dash but I need three on that hoe
I got a contact high from this weed I just rolled
I do not hang around them niggas cuz bout three of em told
Wait hold on
You smoking stepped on
I'm smoking Moor pressure
I just spent a pint on some goddamn Doernbecher's
Why she hit my phone like she don't goddamn know better
When I hit the wood it make the goddamn flow better
I stay with the pape cuz I'm a goddamn go-getter
I ignored the message I don't goddamn know niggas
Hit that nigga with that mop
And then sweep the floor with him
These niggas keep asking me for Luke
I'm bout to go get him

You can catch me OT
With my nigga Odee
It's only straight drop in this pack
My fiend gone OD
I would show you how to whip work
But you the police
Was really posted up in that trap
The fiends know me nigga
Have my shooters prey on him
Now he a holy nigga
Change the VIN on the scat
Now it's a stolie nigga
Niggas play tough
Till they hear the SIG bang
You in the house
I'm in the field
Grid Iron Gang
These all blue strips
You know I got that shit on me
Remember they was talking down
Trying to shit on me
Look at me now though
I prolly got yo bitch on me
Fuck tug of war
I got more pull than your big homie
I'm only thinking about pape
That's where my time spent
They got me punching back in
I guess the grind switched
Gary Payton in the wood
I'm high as Shawn Kemp
Fucking over these niggas
From KC to Flint



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Writer(s): Javante Mcqueen
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